Sailing at Sea: The Breath of the Day at the Start

There was also a black-haired boy who was about 11 or 12 years old, wearing a black t-shirt and white shorts.

A kid I've never seen before...

Who?

Smoker glanced at the black-haired boy with a puzzled look, then turned to Sengoku and asked, "Marshal, is there something you need from me?"

“Smoker, there is indeed a task for you.”

The Warring States period gazed at him.

Smoker's expression turned slightly serious.

What kind of important mission could be issued by these four high-ranking naval officials together?

Sengoku pointed to the black-haired boy standing to the side and said to Smoker:

"Your mission is to give it your all and fight him!"

"……Eh?"

Smoker paused for a moment, seemingly not quite understanding.

The mission issued by four important figures is to fight those little brats over there?

Are you kidding?

"Lieutenant Smoker."

The voice of the Navy Chief of Staff, Tsuru, rang in his ears, bringing him back to his senses.

He looked at Lieutenant General Crane and saw a pair of eyes full of wisdom and tranquility.

"Don't be confused yet, we'll explain it to you later. For now, just follow orders and carry out the task."

Smoker's eyes flickered slightly.

Then he scratched his head, turned to look at the black-haired boy, and said:

"I understand. I just need to fight that brat."

"Ah."

Warring States nodded.

With his arms crossed, Garp smiled at him and said, "Smoker, don't underestimate him, or you'll definitely suffer."

Black Wrist Zephyr didn't speak, but just stared intently at the black-haired boy in the arena.

Although Smoker was not his most outstanding disciple, he was still one of the best who persevered through his grueling training and stood out from the crowd, a new force in the Navy that he recognized.

That guy, Garp.

They found some kid from who-knows-where and claimed his strength was comparable to Smoker's, even though he wasn't a Devil Fruit user.

snort!

There's a limit to how much you can joke around!

Smoker walked into the arena and looked at the black-haired boy whose head didn't even reach his waist and whose thighs weren't as thick as his arms. His eyes twitched slightly.

Such a brat...

They actually said they would give it their all.

Is Mr. Garp really not joking?

Or perhaps he has a grudge against this brat and is deliberately trying to kill him?

"Are you ready?"

The black-haired boy opposite him looked at him and asked.

Smoker let out a sigh of relief. Forget about it.

Let's end this boring competition as soon as possible...

"bring it on."

Smoker looked at the dark-haired boy and said.

He finished speaking.

The black-haired boy opposite him had his paving stones crumble and his figure vanished instantly.

So fast!

Smoker's pupils shrank slightly.

This speed...

Not far away, Zephyr, Sengoku, and Tsuru also slightly widened their eyes.

Garp laughed heartily: "This kid's speed has gotten much faster than it was a year ago."

Smoker sensed a strong gust of wind coming from his left and immediately raised his left arm.

next second.

A whip kick, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, slammed down, and Smoker instantly felt a terrifyingly heavy force coming from his arm.

not good!

Just as Smoker was about to be kicked away by that immense force, he timely used the elemental transformation effect of his Logia-type Devil Fruit, turning his body into a cloud of smoke and dissipating the force into nothingness.

"To think that a single blow could force Smoker to use his elemental transformation ability, how could such power reside within that small body?!"

Zefa stared wide-eyed at the arena, his face filled with astonishment.

44. The shock brought by the domineering aura (2/5)

"amazing."

Even the usually composed and calm Lieutenant General Tsuru was somewhat moved.

"Hahaha, how about the Warring States period?"

Garp laughed loudly at Sengoku.

"It's too early to say. Smoker's strength is much greater than that."

Sengoku looked at the two people in the arena and said.

Smoker's experience with this blow completely changed his dismissive attitude.

The black-haired brat in front of me is very strong!

"What's your name, kid?"

"Ron."

“Ron, I’ve got it.”

Smoker became completely serious, his body parts transforming into white smoke that kept changing.

"I am Smoker, a Marine Lieutenant and user of the Logia-type Smoke-Smoke Fruit."

Ron didn't waste any more words with him. He pushed off with his feet, rushed in front of him, and threw a straight punch.

boom!

The air was struck with a loud thud, and a large hole appeared in Smoker's chest, but there was no blood.

"It's no use. I'm a smoke man now. No matter how strong you are, it's useless against smoke!"

Smoker, his chest cavity rapidly filled with smoke, raised his fist and threw a punch at Ron:

"White Fist!"

Ron flashed, but Smoker's arm instantly turned into smoke and extended and bent, his fist chasing Ron like a cannonball homing for the enemy.

Ron turned and threw a punch.

Smoker's fist was instantly pierced, turning into wisps of smoke, which then condensed into a large hand that gripped Ron's arm tightly.

"Got you."

A cloud of smoke appeared in front of Ron, condensing into Smoker's tall figure.

Seeing this, Zephyr said, "The outcome is decided. Although that brat is ridiculously fast and strong, he is still no match for Smoker."

"Haha."

Cap laughed.

"What are you laughing at, Garp?"

Zefa turned his head and said angrily.

"As long as that kid doesn't have a way to deal with the elemental transformation ability of Logia-type Devil Fruits, he can't possibly beat Smoker."

"That's not bad."

Lieutenant General Tsuru stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "But what if... he's holding a weapon made of seastone?"

Zefa's expression froze.